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Harshmercy is finally two years old. I vividly remember the day when I bought that boredom medicine of mine. It was a day to remember. My father was enjoying his Raptors’ game (it was the year when the Raptors were still a pretty notable team), when I suddenly popped out of the corner asking him for his credit card. He didn’t really wonder why I wanted that evil piece of plastic, but I told him anyway. Yeah, I know, I was spared with some explaining, and a normal kid would just walk away and proceed with the payment. However, I felt that I owe my father at least a line of reason as to why I wanted his card, and so I told him, “I’m buying a site.” Then father replied with, “ok…” After he nodded, I bought the site right away. The funny thing is, my father still wonders until know what those seven-buck charges are for that is listed on his Master Card bill every month. Heh.

My friendster account is also two years old. There’s nothing to really celebrate because I’m not even an active member. I just found it appropriate to note its oldness along with Harshmercy’s. They were created on the same year. These online sites of mine are my babies. Pathetic? Very. Anyway, I owe it all to friendster, because my friend’s theory about me knowing only 18 Filipinos has been disproved. I know 19. Also, because friendster is mainly consisted of avid Filipino web surfers, I was exposed to too many Tagalog entries. I tried to read them all, and boy, was I frustrated! I realized that I couldn’t read and understand so many words. I felt disgusted. I promised my grandparents that I would never forget my language. But there I was, struggling to even read a sentence. Heh, promises are meant to be broken anyway.

Honestly though, if I forget how to speak Tagalog, I would hate myself. I am already beginning to. I hope in two years, I’ll be able to still read some words, at least three words…that will do.